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- Gregor's serious wound, from which he suffered for which he suffered for over a month---the apple remained imbedded in his flesh as a visible souvenir since no one dared to remove it---seemed to have reminded even his father that Gregor was a family member in spite of his present pathetic and repulsive shape, who could not be treated as an enemy; that, on the contrary, it was the commandment of family duty to swallow their disgust and endure him, endure him and nothing more.
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- Gregor now hardly ate anything anymore. Only when he accidentally passed the food layed out for him he would take a bite into his mouth just for fun, hold it in for hours, and then mostly spit it out again. At first he thought his grief at the state of his room kept him off food, but it was the very changes in his room to which he quicly became adjusted. His family had gotten into the habit of putting things into his room for the didn't have another place, and now there were plenty of these since one of the rooms of the apartment had been rented to three boarders.
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- The sound of the violin playing came from the kitchen. The roomers had already finnished their evening meal, the one from in the middle had taken out a newspaper, giving each of the two others a page, and now, leaning back, they read and smoked. When the violen bagan to play, they became attentive, got up, and went on tiptoe to the door leading to the foyer, where they stood in a huddle. They must have been heared in the kitchen, for his father called 'Perhaps the playing bothers you gentlemen? It can be stopped right away.' 'On the contrary,' said the middle roomer. 'Wouldn't the young lady like to come into us and play in here where it's much more comfortable?' 'Oh certainly,' called Gregor's father as if he were the violenist.
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- Gregor was determined to force himself on until he reached his sister, to pluck at her skirt, and to let her know in this way that she should bring her violin into his room, for no one here apreciated her playing the way he would apreciate it. He would never again let her out of his room---at least not as long as he lived; for once, his nightmarish looks would be of use to him; he would be at all the doors of his room at the same time and hiss and spit at the agressors; his sister, however, would not be forced to stay with him, but would do so for her own free will; she should sit next to him, and then he would confide to her that he had the firm intention of sending her to the conservatory, and that, if the catastrophe had not interviened, he would have anounced this to everyone last christmas---certainly christmas had come and gone?---withought taking notice of any objections. After this declaration his sister would burst into tears of emotion, and Gregor would raise himself up to her shoulder and kiss her on the neck which, ever since she started going out to work, she kept bare, withought a ribbon or collar.
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- His last glance ranged over his mother, who was now fast asleep. He was hardly inside his room when the door was hurriedly slammed shut, firmly bolted, and locked. Gregor was so frightened at the sudden noise behind him that his little legs gave way from under him. It was his sister who had been in such a hurry. She had been standing up straight, ready and waiting, then she had leaped forward nimbly, Gregor had not even heared her coming, and she cried 'Finally!' to her parents as she turned the key in the lock. 'And now?' Gregor asked himself, looking around in the darkness. He soon made the discovery that he could no longer move at all. It did not suprise him; rather, it seemed unnatural that until now he had actually been able to propel himself on these thin little legs. Otherwise he felt relativley comfortable. He had pains, of course, throughout his whole body, but it seemed to him that they were gradually getting fainter and fainter and would finally go away altogether. The rotten apple in his back and the inflamed area around it, which were completely covered with flufy dust, already hardly bothered him. He thought back on his family with deep emotion and love. His conviction that he would have to dissapear, if possible, even firmer than his sisters. He remained in this state of empty and peacful reflection until the towerclock struck three and was morning. He still saw that outside the window everything was sank down to the floor, and from his nostrils steamed his last weak breath.
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